While raising our children, my husband and I had a tradition of occasionally taking the family out on a special family breakfast date to McDonalds. We did not have much money, but by saving a few dollars here and there, we were able to occasionally share this special treat together.
One unusually cold winter morning we were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden we noticed everyone around us backing away from the counter. Just then I was overcome with a horrible ‘dirty body’ smell. As I turned around I saw two poor homeless men standing behind me. As I looked down at the shorter gentleman, I noticed he was smiling. His beautiful sky blue eyes seemed full of God’s Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, Good day as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation. I just nodded hello.
As my family and I stepped aside after placing our order, the young lady at the counter asked the homeless men behind us what they wanted. The shorter gentleman smiled and said, One coffee please. It was obvious that this was all they could afford. I smiled and, handing the young lady behind the counter some money, asked her to give each of them a breakfast meal too. They looked at me with warm smiles and said thank you. I leaned over and quietly said, God put it on my heart to do this. He wants to let you know that you are loved.
When my family sat down, my husband leaned over, touched my hand and said, That is why God gave you to us, Honey, to let us know He loves us too.
Source: STGJ Newsletter
